Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.